Chapter 141: The Ultimate Banquet Hall

"If you are afraid of my brother-in-law, then you should keep your distance from him in the future. You two shouldn't come to my sister's birthday banquet tonight, either."

Bai Qingya winked at Lin Mingming, her expression filled with feigned concern.

"Hahaha, how could I possibly be afraid of him? Don't worry, I will definitely be at Sister Xue's birthday banquet tonight."

"Then see you ton—"

"You are a master of the Psychic Path! Why would they need you to go?" the King of Xia Yin asked indifferently.

"Demonic beasts? It seems someone is driving them," Huahua said with a cold smirk, her expression remaining calm.

"...I told him I’ve already found a boyfriend and don’t want to wait anymore. We... are finished." Liang Yixuan closed her eyes. She would rather give up than lose the beautiful image she held in his heart.

The monk, however, smiled and replied, "No, it was a young gentleman." With that, the two monks turned and walked away.

The private elevator of the presidential suite was not equipped with any CCTV cameras, and since Ou Ze was not in Hong Kong, there was absolutely no one who could testify for her.

Her father was still in a coma, and she had to protect the Ling family’s legacy... As she tossed and turned in bed, her phone suddenly rang.

Back then, inside the Jiaoshu Palace, which had been temporarily converted into a delivery room and still reeked of faint blood, the Emperor—the supreme ruler—cradled his ninth child, his tone solemn and grave.

Song Tianmo leaned over and kissed her fiercely, refusing to let go for a long while. The hospital’s reception room faced the window, and anyone passing by would surely have seen them.

"This poison pill isn't so much precious as it is a slow-acting poison. If you take it now, it won't be toxic and cannot be purged, but after three months, the poison will take effect and kill you—unless, of course, you have the antidote," Xue Zhuoqi sneered.

Xia Tong looked at her mother’s happy face and felt deeply moved. She knew that Ye Tingjue had arranged all of this, and her heart felt incredibly warm.

The forging craftsmanship of the Demon Realm was far superior to that of the Northern Sealed Realm. Weapons here also had their own attributes; when the attributes matched, one could fully unleash the weapon's power, but if they didn't, it was nothing more than scrap metal—if not dangerous to the wielder. It was a form of protection.

She then pulled two foot-like roots from the red soil, and with a surprisingly lifelike sprint, she dashed into the giant tree and vanished.

Naturally, they all knew that Yue Zhentian’s power was terrifying, and they understood that they absolutely could not let him survive.

"Hmph!" Tu Ming let out a cold snort, channeling his soul power to envelop the evil face as lightning pierced its forehead.

Or, to put it more bluntly, even if they couldn't offer Jiang Han an explanation and were intentionally plotting against him, they should at least have come out to mock him a little.

The surrounding buildings appeared as usual, yet Chen Xiao could perceive that the array power contained within them had changed; it was no longer the array power previously set up by the Wanjilou.

Jiang Xie felt not the slightest panic at the sword slashing toward him, for this trash of a general was incapable of killing him.

"If I were that faction, I would hide deeper than a shadow, but that would also make finding them much more arduous. The best approach is to find a breakthrough point."

Chen Yang gritted his teeth. "Sister Yaqian, business is always a matter of negotiation. Just name your price."

Even though he was currently only a Realm Master, even ordinary Immortal Gods, or even average King-level existences, could not actively contact him without his communication code.

The white snake shook its body, and as if by magic, six oval stones appeared on its otherwise empty tail.

She woodenly lifted her head and saw the handsome face of Shen Huai, his hair hanging down obediently after being washed.

Wanyu himself was completely immersed in it. There were no flashy moves; every punch and kick was entirely different from the routines he had learned in the past.